Page 16 of Breaking Hollywood

Agnes reappears with a plate piled with cookies and hands them to me.

“Thank you.” I give her my best smile. I pick up a cookie and moan around it.

“Good?” Agnes asks.

“Amazing,” I say.

And she beams.

“You want one?” I offer the plate to Speedy.

She reaches over and takes one. “Thanks.”

I watch as she takes a bite and chews. Then, she moans, her eyes closing.

And my dick starts to get hard, and Agnes is standing right there.

Down, boy.

“Tate said to put you in his office, and he’ll be with you soon.”

“Thanks, Agnes.”

She wheels me toward Tate’s office. Speedy follows, still eating the cookie and still moaning.

It’s like torture.

“This cookie is amazing,” she says to Agnes. “Just so good.”

“Thank you, honey.”

Not that Agnes hasn’t heard the praise before. She’s famous in this hospital for her cookies.

If my brother ever stopped working here, I’d still come just for Agnes’s cookies.

Whenever I need to be away to work on a movie, Agnes always packs me up a box of cookies to take with me.

“Right, I’ll leave you here.” Agnes parks me in Tate’s office. “Got rounds to make. You want me to get you some painkillers before I go?”

“No, I’m good. Thanks, Agnes.”

She closes the door, and then it’s just Speedy and me. Alone. In a doctor’s office.

If I weren’t in so much pain right now, I’d ask her if she wanted to play doctor and nurse.

Speedy sits in a chair, opposite me, and crosses her legs.

She has great legs. Tanned and toned. They’d look fucking amazing, stretched up, with my hands on them while I pumped in and out of her.

I put the plate of cookies on Tate’s desk, and then I stretch my own leg out, trying to move my injured foot.

I hiss at the pain. Fuck, that hurts.

“You should take something for the pain,” Speedy says.

“I did.”

“Alcohol does not constitute as a painkiller.”